Time is a river without banks. — Marc Chagall
Time is a river without banks. — Marc Chagall
Time is a river without banks. — Marc Chagall
Time is a river without banks. — Marc Chagall
Time is a river without banks. — Marc Chagall
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Time is a river without banks.

— Marc Chagall
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